Quotes About Transition

I'm learning there's never a way home, only a way forward,' said Rain.

He has added inches and fullness to his beard since his last visit. I'll say no more.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, buy I don't know the way out.

All green things brown.

I am forty. [...] I know who I am. The treachery of possibilities that threaten to swamp a young guy -- I negotiated them. I'm on the other side. The safe side. Why then do I remember the perilous moments with such fond affection?

And, once the innocence of childhood is lost, no adolescent has ever regained it.

Everybody needs to grow up and leave home sometimes. But sometimes home doesn't like it

And yet what now is hidden in shadows below may become more welcome to you in the long run.

I don't want to reject my life. I want to change my life without changing my life.

After someone's death, how strange to see the value drain away from his or her possessions; useful objects such as clothes, or dish towels, or personal papers become little more than trash.

Things often get harder before they get easier.

Jamie has a transition habit when he comes home from work. He gives everyone a hello kiss, then disappears for twenty minutes or so. He changes out of his suit, sends one last round of emails, glances at a magazine, and then he's ready to join the family.

What we assume will be temporary often becomes permanent; what we assume is permanent often proves temporary.

It's a Secret of Adulthood: What we assume will be temporary often becomes permanent; what we assume is permanent often proves temporary.

I didn't want to slow down, but rather to change the experience of the pace of my life...

a Secret of Adulthood: things often get harder before they get easier—but

We assimilate a little this way, and a little that way. Life is only mutation.

It had occurred to me that comfort was only a disguise for discomfort; reference points, a disguise for what will always change.

In his journal, Emerson wrote: "Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis….We dive & reappear in new places.

Just when the gods had ceased to be, and the Christ had not yet come, there was a unique moment in history, between Cicero and Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone.

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.

Well, quite softly, one day following another, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, this wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed away, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something always remains at the bottom as one would say—a weight here, at one's heart.

and now, their great love, in which she dwelt immersed, seemed to dwindle beneath her, like the waters that vanish into the bed of the river, and she could see the mud.

Des doutes succédaient à leurs emportements d'espoir. Après des crises de gaieté verbeuse, ils tombaient dans des silences profonds.